Rejected By Him, Claimed By The Emperor

Chapter 5

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he sofa staring at a string of texts

cot by the grease pit? Sma

a flicker of emotion, walked to the fridge, and popped open a cold beer. With my mother's old medical notes spr

oncrete ramp beneath an abandoned slaughterhouse. Outlaw riders couldn't go to human hospitals where blood tests

g a splint around a warrior's broken shin. Seeing me step through the door, h

orr said cheerfully, tossing me a clean white coat. "You're

nt straight to work, cleaning shrapnel wounds

ray, my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was Bren

ne had the hang-arounds haul all her designer bags into Cleon's master bedroom yesterday and sprayed that fake vanilla perfume everywhere.

genuine calming herbs, their own rage

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n't call this number again." I hung

banged open. Two blood-soaked bikers stumbl

his eyes wild. "Diane started coughing up

state-onto the gurney. Dorr pressed his stethoscope to her chest, his brow furrowing. "He

ed sharply. Beneath the smell of sweat and roa

, I lunged forward and grabbed his wrist. "Stop!

ett

SUV, watching the gray ribbon of the i

we ran the check. The woman's name is Ariana Gomez. She cut ties with the Iron

er glove, where a faint trace of her winter cedar scent still lingered

oom stall, and the glowing drop of blood on her fingertip that had quieted the ra

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Rejected By Him, Claimed By The Emperor

Janie Werewolf

“For twelve years, I worked as a nameless mechanic and hidden healer in the grease pit of the Iron Claws MC, waiting for my childhood sweetheart, Alpha Cleon, to claim me. But today, he brought back a spoiled Princess from a neighboring pack and used his crushing Alpha aura to force me to my knees, just to bandage a fake, invisible scratch on her arm. The patched warriors mocked me as an unclaimed nobody. "Walk out that door today and don't ever come crawling back!" When I threw down the $200,000 bill for my twelve years of service and walked out, Cleon roared that I would be begging to wash bikes before the next full moon. He even let his new girl take over my room and text me to gloat. I gave this pack my youth and my rare White Wolf healing blood, only to be thrown away like a dirty rag the moment he found a girl with better connections. I thought I was done with the werewolf world for good, expecting to live the rest of my life as a rogue. But I didn't crawl back. Instead, I saved a dying stranger from silver-bullet hunters in a dive bar restroom. And when the supreme Lycan Emperor arrived with his convoy, sending Cleon to his knees in absolute terror, I realized the mysterious stranger I had kissed to hide his scent was the apex predator who ruled us all-and he wasn't about to let me go.”